Beyond the Divorce

Celine couldn't keep her composure. She glanced at me and calmly said, "Kenzie is serious and doesn't smile much."

"Is she the same with you?" I asked as I turned to Celine.

Although Kenzie maintained a cold and arrogant expression, I could tell from her tightly clenched fists that she was exerting a lot of effort to control herself.

When I saw that, I smirked mischievously and pulled apart Kenzie's hands that were clasped together, saying, "Don't grip your own hands so tightly. Doesn't it hurt? Why are you so at odds with yourself?"

Kenzie suddenly raised her head, and a fierce glint shot out from her eyes, piercing straight toward me. I quickly leaned into Atlas's embrace, pretending to be afraid as I said, "What's wrong? Why are you being so fierce? I was just teasing you. After all, I'm happy to be back home. Do you really have to look at me like that?"

As he glared at Kenzie, Atlas's eyes immediately turned cold like a hawk's. An indescribable chill emanated from him, sending shivers down my spine.

Kenzie quickly averted her gaze and clasped her hands tightly in front of her abdomen, bowing and taking a step back. "You've misunderstood, Madam. I was just startled by your sudden touch, and it was a reflexive reaction. I won't do it again."

"Looks like I misunderstood. But you did look very fierce just now," I insisted.

she

seems you've reached

Kenzie bowed again,

go," Celine said coldly, giving

two steps back, and quickly turned and

I hooked my arm through Atlas's again and walked inside. I raised an eyebrow, thinking that I had come here today to find some trouble. It was unreasonable

into the hall, my gaze fell on a rocking chair that seemed out of place in the

white, it didn't look like it belonged in

old woman was seated in the

must be the ruthless Adeline Myer, David Pierce's mistress and

a.modern blouse, and wide-legged trousers. Her chestnut-colored hair was meticulously styled and

age. It was clear from her hairstyle that the old witch was still ambitious and

diamond bracelets on her wrist, which matched the

walk in while she sat there rocking idly in the rocking chair. She still maintained